"Bao Juan, my ears!!!"
"I'm so stupid, really. I should've realized sooner. What good could come from someone who got along with Yan Xianjue? One of them hurts my soul, the other hurts my eardrums."
"So the viewers are the ones with no survivors?"
"But seriously, Shen Fangli's got an idea here!"
"What idea? An idea for everyone to starve together?"
"No, Yan Xianjue's side has lots of fish, right? Have him scoop a couple up."
"Fun fact: just because you can see fish in the water doesn't mean you can catch them."
"What? Are we even watching the same livestream? All I saw was Yan Xianjue surfing first, then lying flat on the boat drinking a beverage. Seriously, even his boat looks way newer than the one doing actual work. The assistant director is even holding an umbrella for him."
"This is the most useless assistant director I've ever seen! Go make his life difficult! Learn from Lei Xuan!"
"Livestream viewers: We're dying of anxiety, we're dying of anxiety."
"We've... gone off topic again, haven't we?"
"Holy shit, there really are fish! You can see them if you're watching on a TV. Zoom in on Yan Xianjue's exclusive livestream, and you'll see fish swimming alongside his boat."
"There really are! I wasn't lying to you guys. I saw fish on his side earlier too. I was even thinking they should switch places. If Yan Xianjue wants to lie around, couldn't he do that anywhere?"
"So they really are two different worlds, huh? Two cameras from the same variety show might as well have a barrier between them. I'm speechless."
"Your Chinese teacher can explain this one. Contrast is used here to make the image more vivid."
"What image? The image of the victims?"
Yan Xianjue nearly sprayed out